Mandy Gets A Shower

It was a typical late Spring Saturday morning on the Florida Gulf coast, hot, muggy and sunny with a slight breeze coming in off the water. My wife had to work until 3:00 and she had been gone for about an hour or so. I had showered and eaten breakfast and was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. When I heard the thunk from above my head I looked at the clock in the kitchen, 10:30 AM. Mandy, our daughter was finally out of bed.

In a few minutes I heard her footsteps in the stairwell as she headed for her morning breakfast of a bagel and orange juice before her shower. She wore her usual nightclothes, not stopping to put on a robe before coming down. In the past year or so this had become the rule rather than the exception with her. She wore a pair of silk thong panties and an old muscle shirt that a friend had given her; they did nothing to hide the growing woman beneath them. The big arm holes and scooped neck meant for comfort on the court allowed her developing orange sized breasts, with their slightly darker nipples, to sway enticingly into view as she reached into the bread-box on the cabinet.

Let me take a minute to describe Mandy. She had been in dance and/or gymnastics for nearly 13 years, starting when she was five-years-old. The workouts, exercise and diet regimens had contributed to a body most men, and women, would kill for. With almond shaped hazel eyes set in a dark complexion face framed by long dark, nearly black, hair that came up just short of being kinky, there was no denying her Creole heritage. Mandy was all of 5′ 1″ tall and weighed a whopping 104 lbs. But her relatively small size was beautifully packaged on a 34B-26-36 body set off by what she called her best feature, an ass that rode up high and round and firm, the kind you could set a serving tray on and not worry about it falling off. That gorgeous firm ass gave way to firm well-shaped legs that only a dancer can develop, the kind every guys wants to have wrapped around him at least once before he dies.

As she reached into the refrigerator for her juice she bent at the waist and the shirt fell away from her front, affording me a tremendous view of her delicious bare ass cheeks and her swaying cone shaped tits. She bent lower to retrieve the cream cheese and I could see the dark curls of pussy hair peeking from around the single thin strip of cloth riding between her ass cheeks and gently cupping the swell of her cunt.

Watching the display of sweet young flesh as it peeked in and out of its hiding places had my full attention as my cock had grown to full hardness and was beginning to work its way from beneath the folds of my robe. This might not have been a problem except for the fact that the table I was sitting at was made of glass and there was no way Mandy would miss the sight when she sat down. I didn’t know whether to sit still and hope my erection went away or get up and move to the living room, or better yet back to the bedroom. I didn’t want to leave the room and the peek-a-boo display of young teen boobs and ass, but I didn’t know what Mandy would think if she saw my hard, swollen dick sticking out of the robe. I didn’t want her to think I was thinking of her in the wrong way, even if I was. I decided to just sit still and hope that either she wouldn’t notice, or that I could will it away.

Soon Mandy sat at the other end of the table and I immediately realized this was only going to make the situation worse. She placed one foot on each side of her chair and the muscle shirt rode up exposing the crotch, what little there was of it, of her panties. My dick jumped as I realized I could see more hair and the outline of her slit as the panties slid into her crack. The first three inches of my dick was now sticking out of the robe opening, and Mandy saw it. I continued to act like I was reading the newspaper, but all the time watching for more of her flesh. I saw her eyes widen and flash as she realized my cock was exposed, but she sat where she was and continued to eat her breakfast, never taking her eyes off of me. This was beginning to cause my cock to pulse, forcing a small drop of pre-cum out of the tip.

As I carefully looked over my paper I saw Mandy gently run her tongue over her full sweet lips and swallow hard. This brought another pulse and drop from my swollen cock. I knew if we kept this up much longer I’d have to jack-off, or worse.

I managed to keep from raping Mandy while she finished her breakfast, but it seemed like she took an awfully long time to eat that morning. When she had finished eating she came to my chair and as she bent to kiss me on the cheek she gave me a view down the front of her muscle shirt, and put her tits within easy reach. She then stood up beside me and stretching her arms over her head, causing the shirt to slide inward exposing both of her breasts and up over the top of her panties exposing her firm flat tummy, she said, “I’m going to take my shower, okay? But can you pop my back first Daddy?”

Mandy turned around with her back to me and I stood up from my chair, “Can’t we do this after your shower?” I asked, knowing that if I popped her back the way she liked it popped there was no way she wouldn’t feel my hard-on pressing into her bare ass cheeks.

“Pleeease Daddy, it’s so stiff right now,” she said.

I didn’t know whether she meant her back or my dick, which felt like it might explode, especially if her delicate smooth skin made any contact with the head.

Mandy stepped back into me and crossed her arms just beneath her tits. I wrapped my arms around her snuggly and lifted her from the ground, hearing her back pop two or three times as I did so. As I put her back down she began to turn back toward me, my hand slid inside her muscle shirt and cupped her left tit. I softly squeezed and felt the nipple begin to swell before I released her.

“Daddy!!”

“Sorry, I thought it was your arm.”

“No, not that. You got something wet on my butt.”

She turned back around and there was a trail of wetness across her right ass cheek where the head of my dick had oozed pre-cum on her.

“Oh, well you said you were taking a shower anyway.”

“Yeah,” she said, and gave me another quick kiss and headed up the stairs.

I put my coffee cup in the sink and headed upstairs to get dressed. I got to the head of the stairs just as Mandy came back out of the bathroom. She was naked except for her panties. “Oops, sorry Daddy,” she said, as her left arm went up over her tits.